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Le Voleur
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Le Voleur |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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Le Voleur (The Thief) As Death, the sky, and copious the moon, Upon the night which found my thoughts adrift On hush'ed winds. The silence held in swoon My frenzied soul – I felt my troubles lift, If only for a moment. While I gazed, Enraptured, at the jeweled drape of sky, A fierce longing in my bosom blazed; I knew not whence it came nor even why. I felt, upon my face, a gentle sigh -- So warm, the breath – intangible caress That lingered on my cheek. My seeking eye Found nothing, though – and Night would not confess Her secrets. I was strangely unconcerned, Although I knew the spectre lingered near: His breath had only stoked the flame that burned Within me. Floating softly to my ear, A tender whisper tingled, feather-light; Its promise was of honey and of wine -- With silver tongue, and shivers of delight, It claimed the will that once I thought was mine. Against my back I felt his body pressed, And arms about my waist to pull me near; While sighing breaths and pounding heart confessed My passion so that even he might hear. Transformed into the flame by his embrace, I felt a heat my heart had never known – I needed not to look upon his face To know his longing echoed with my own. His hands were butterflies upon my arms, The linger of his lips, a searing bliss: And I, the willing captive of his charms, Was bound as sure as iron by his kiss. But oh! So kind a captor never breathed As he whose warm exhale bestirred my hair! And nevermore has such desire seethed Within my breast as when I felt him there. When, with the dawn, my lover did depart, His kisses warm and wistful on my face, I bid a fond adieu to stolen heart, And hung a quiet nothing in its place. For never shall I find the equal of My phantom paramour, whose name is Love. You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Oh my goodness...this breathes passion! {sighing} Awfully, awfully nice... (sorry, can't seem to remember how to construct a proper sentence...still caught up in this heated, captivating, poetic parcel!) So nice... Claire |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Excellent writing, Kess! I love it...felt much like a Shakespearean poem!  [This message has been edited by Poet deVine (edited 01-20-2000).] |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Bravo!!! |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Lessons??! Can I sign up for LESSONS???! You never cease to amaze me with your writing. May I never be too busy to help another's load, Then I'll be drinking from the saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed. --Author Unknown |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wow...talent abounds in your works  At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato |
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One Who Understands Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 251Cedar Rapids, Iowa |
How do you do it!!! Did you write the dictionary? |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
OMG, blushing HARD here ...  Such praise! Claire -- thank you so much! I had to restrain myself on this one with the passion bit (did it show?), lest it end up in Adult! LOL Ms deVine: You could not have paid me a greater compliment! I am honored!  Mike: (bowing) Satiate: You flatter me, madam. You forget I have read your poetry -- you need no lessons from me!  Ruth: I do indeed try to make it appear so. Thank you dearly. O.W.U.: In iambic pentameter, usually.  And as to the dictionary -- good Lord, no! I am not yet THAT masochistic -- LOL! Smooches all, --Kess Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Exquisitely crafted and such a beautiful read! Well done, as usual!! Denise |
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Echo Rhayne Senior Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 1495Canyon Country, CA |
WoW!!!! I am speachless! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ Love is such a lonely art, and death is but a taste. Minds are merely instruments that often go to waste! ~*~ ^i^ ~*~ |
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